Step in Every Puddle

On the way to the creek, I intentionally stepped in every puddle on the left side of the road. My rule for this game was to make the pace look as normal as possible, so that people passing by would not notice. Only the left foot had to go in the water. Strange game? Yes, indeed! When I came in from walking two days before, Kacey greeted me at the front door. I didn’t smell anything and walked directly into the kitchen where David was eating breakfast. It wasn’t until he walked toward his bedroom that he saw the dog had pooped in the front hall. After cleaning it up, I found I had stepped in it with my left foot as I came in. The rest of the day, as the sunlight changed where it hit the floor, I cleaned the poop patches as I could see them.

Today was “clean the left shoe day”. I wiped the shoe in the grass with every step between the firehouse parking lot and the creek. Puddle water must have done its job. The deep treads were clean by the time I got home.

I saw an odd-looking stick on the road that seemed to have a small head. When I touched it with a stick, it moved on its own. I’m guessing it was a newt, a salamander-like creature that spends time on land. Brief newt-prodding was more fun than cleaning one shoe.

24 thoughts on “Step in Every Puddle

  1. Our hound sleeps in a separate room. I get up before the roosters. Cannot tell you how many times walking into the hound’s darkened room has proved rather fateful for my slippers. I can tell you that my slippers have been washed exactly that number of times!

    Like

  2. I like to use puddles and tall grass myself. I HATE stepping in poop. For the first time we have a dog who has very tidy cat-like leavings. What a change.

    Like

  3. Hmm – I am always doing a “poop check” for goose poop when I leave the Park … twice as much poop now that the goslings have arrived. Glad you discovered Kacey’s misdeed before you went in with both feet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a newt before. Saw a snake yesterday, but no photo.

    Like

    1. I saw a black snake in the back yard this past week, saw it just before Kacey did. She was curious, but thankfully she heeded my shouting at her and went around it. That snake was not poisonous, but I don’t know if you have to do anything after a dog is bitten.

      Liked by 1 person

      1. I don’t know either – probably a trip to the vet as the area may swell. I was at Humbug Marsh today, famous for its Eastern Fox Snakes. I’m not really keen about going there and usually just stay on paths where I can scan ahead and don’t wander onto grassy areas (also for ticks – we have an abundance of ticks again this Spring). So, I heard a scream and a kid pointed to the water and said “Mom, there’s a water snake!” (Never heard of a water snake – but you can bet I hightailed it out of that area as fast as I could.)

        Like

        1. I was never as afraid of snakes as I should be. Of course, I lived on Long Island for 50 years, and there were NO poisonous snakes there. David looked it up and said we have 5 kinds of poisonous snakes here.

          Liked by 1 person

          1. Now that’s scary to know … now you wish you didn’t know that. You may remember the blog post I did about my friend who lived in Virginia and would come home from work to see a long black snake sunning itself on her porch deck railing. She was unfazed by it and her husband was freaked out about it. She only took action with it when the Robin’s nest filled with chicks that were about one or two days from fledging became the prey for this snake who crawled up the railing and attacked them. The nest was in a space between an electrical box and their house, near the deck railing. She grabbed a rake, picked the snake up and put him/her into a flower pot and put the flower pot saucer over that and marched down to the nearby woods and released it. I’d have fainted dead away!

            Like

Do you have a comment? I'd love to hear from you.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s